Infatuation

Yes, I was infatuated with you - I am still. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy.

Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

Three on a Match, de Mervyn Le Roy, 1932

All the Lives

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want.

And why do I want?

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited...

Sylvia Plath